I heard the footsteps draw nearer, oh I've got you now you son of a b*tch. I reached for the closest blunt object and twisted around, ready to attack.
"I knew you were going to…try…something…?" I said. I was confused at this point, because Lightning had just finished zipping up his guitar case with a dumbfounded look on his face.
"What in the hay are you goin on about?" He asked.
"You were going to try to kill me in my sleep weren't you?" I replied back.
"No, what ever gave yah that impression?" He said. He trotted over to his bed and laid down in it. By this point I put down whatever I was, but I kept my eyes on him.
"Don't go to sleep tonight, does that ring a bell?" I said accusingly.
"Well yea, the doctors pop in almost every night when yah sleep. They just sit and watch. It looked like they might have something planned for yah, but I dunno. That's why I said don't go to sleep." He replied.
"Oh…well…thank you…I guess." I said. Wow, he was looking out for me…weird.
"No problem, just keep an eye open yah here?" He replied.
"Yea." That was the only thing I could muster up, what with the mix of pain from too much talking and the amazing amount of confusion. Forget this I'm going to bed. I rolled onto my back and accepted defeat from sleep and closed my eyes as if my eyelids weighed a ton.
The next morning came like a flash. Waking up like I do every morning, with the guy next to me playing some jams. I need a new roommate, that is…until I heard on familiar song. The strums sounded like that of an electric harp. I formed the lyrics in my head immediately. Oh snap son, he was playing Sweet Child O' Mine by Guns N' Roses. I turned to look at him.
"You know that song?!" I asked, astonished.
"Of course ah do, do you?" He replied, never missing a beat.
"Heck yes I do. This is my jam!" I said and on instinct I started singing. Now grant it I'm terrible at singing but you know what? I don't care I was gonna own it. As I sang, Thrash kept the tune up until the end. We both sat back in our beds and grinned, oh yeah, we owned that song. After a few moments of silence I turned to him.
"Hey, so…seeing as I kicked your butt and you almost killed mine…think we are even?" I asked.
"Yea, I'd say so." He replied.
"How about a fresh start eh?" I asked. "I'm Scott, but I prefer Scotty."
"Nice to meet yah Scotty, they call me Lightning Thrash." He replied.
"Pleasure to meet you." I said. You're all probably thinking "Yo what the heck?! He almost killed you!" and all that stuff but as I said before. I really don't hold grudges. Seriously, the only way to make me mad is if you hurt my friends and/or family. That's it.
Just then there was a knock on the door. Lightning pulled his curtain around him instinctively in case it was a guard. It wasn't though, it was Prince Whiteheart.
"Hey Whiteheart, long time no see friend." I said.
"Yea, how are you doing?" He asked.
"Just fine." I replied with a smile. "How are things going in the outside world?"
"Pretty good, I started helping Rarity a little bit." He said, cracking a small smile.
"Nice, nice." I replied.
"Other than that, nothing has really happened concerning the incident that happened that one night." He said.
"Oh I could never forget that…by the way, thanks for saving me back there…twice." I replied.
"Don't worry about it." He said.
"So what brings you over here?" I said as I sat up.
"Just came to check on you, see how you were doing." He replied.
"Well I'm doing perfect, just a bit sore but oh I'm ready to get out of here." I said.
"How do yah think ah feel over here?" Thrash said.
"Who was that?" Whiteheart asked.
"Oh that's my roomy, it's all clear Thrash." I said.
Lightning threw the curtains back.
"Evening." He said to Prince.
"Hi." Prince replied.
"Great, you guys will be best friends." I said, smiling between the two.
"Ya, sure." Thrash said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Anyway, what is everyone else up to?" I asked.
"Well Twilight's studying up on anything she can find that relates to…well you know." He started. "Rarity has moved on from it and returned to managing the boutique, but she hasn't forgotten about that night. Applejack is at home doing her chores, Pinkie is helping with Sugar Cube Corner's clean up, Fluttershy is at her house she seems a bit distant, Rainbow dash drove the Shadowbolts away, and I've really just been helping around anywhere they need me." Prince said.
"Sounds good." I replied. "Is there a lot left to be done still?"
Prince nodded his head solemnly. Great. I have to help somehow, I mean I know it wasn't my fault entirely but I still feel bad…let's see if I can do this. I flipped the covers over with some ease, and kicked my legs out to the side. So far so good. Now it is time for the hard; standing up. Well you know the feeling you get when you've been off of your feet for a while and they feel like rubber when you try to stand up? You do? Great! Now imagine that times what like 10, 20, …whatever, I couldn't feel my legs.
Houston we have lift of- oh shi*, crap. I stood up and immediately and I swear I felt my legs wobble like Jell-O.
"I got this! I got this! Maybe… " I finally regained my balance and oh mah gerd did my legs tingle! Wakey wakey time I guess. Right then, let's try walking. Right foot, ok ok good. Left foo- oh jeebus! I almost lost my footing but I got this. See, it's not that Thrash hurt my legs all too much it's just that I haven't been on them, recently. Like at all. I gave my legs a good slap to wake them up and I was walking all around the room.
Look at me! I'm a walking! Hey, what's that on Whiteheart's back…? I walked up to him and saw that it was, indeed, my backpack. Again, many thoughts ran through my head but one took over; fresh clothes.
"You got my backpack!" I exclaimed happily.
"Yea, when I found you it was right beside you when I found you so I kind of held onto it." He replied as he took it off and held it out to me. Awesome, time to use my arms. Oh boy, ok we got this. Just lift up your arm, nice and easy, and I did, nice and easy. Good, now let's grb the back pack. Alright genius I know how motor functions work. I reached out and grabbed the bag with ease. I guess my arms were just sore, not really injured anymore. Sweet.
I opened up my bag and low-and-behold; clothes. Oh sweet merciful god thank you, these gowns were getting drafty. I headed off to the bathroom and did the normal bathroom routine. I ripped off my arm bandages but I kept the chest sash on because it still felt pretty bad. F it, the bandage can get wet right? I was just happy this hospital had showers, woo! Ok I'm not a clean freak but sitting in a bed for a week without any washing is bad. So I grabbed a quick shower, got cleaned up, dried off, and struggled into my clothing because I was a bit stiff.
Ah~, a fresh shirt on, jeans, my shoes, socks and yo wait, what was in my pocket? I reached in and grabbed something that I knew instantly. I yanked it out, my heart pounding. It was my necklace. Now, for those of you who know what Fallout is, my necklace was a Nuka-Cola bottle cap with a bullet shell casing and the "Mark of Caesar" hanging from the bottle cap. You're probably thinking "why is this important?" "What so great about it?" Well what's so great is that my best friend gave this necklace for Christmas and I never leave home without it. It's extra dear to me now seeing as I can't get back home yet. Anymore questions? Right, sorry I didn't mean to get…well, mean, sooo…sorry.
I emerged from the bathroom a new man, and a sore one. Who cares though, I got things to do. I slung my back pack over my shoulders (bad idea by the way but whatever), flipped my necklace to face the right way, and I was ready.
"Alright, let's do this." I said, ready for anything.
"Do what?" Prince Replied, "there's nothing really to be done."
"Well, uh yeah there is. I still got a mess to clean up; besides, I want to get the hay out of here! I mean heck, er whatever." I said, making my way to the door.
"Now hold on partner, if you think I'm gonna rot here alone you got another thing comin." Thrash said, as he ditched his bed and strode towards the door.
"Don't you two need to fill out papers or something?" Prince suggested.
Thrash and I looked at each other and back to Prince.
"Nah." We said in unison. We all three strolled out of the doorway and in seconds, nurses were on us trying to get Thrash and I down. We just kind of pushed through them or slipped by them. Now, I wouldn't be this rude normally but if they were spying on me when I was sleeping then it's an appropriate attitude. I was just eager to get outside to the cool breeze, so was Thrash, he had already thrown off his gown and was ripping away at his bandages.
Boom, doors open, fresh breeze, cool air, ohhhh I could get high of this sh*t right here. I almost did, I mean I took one heck of a deep breath and was just chilled out immediately.
"Ah, it feels good to be out here again." Thrash said.
"I agree whole heartedly." I replied. It seemed like it was getting colder out, like winter was setting in. Sweet, winter, my favorite season.
"Alright, first order of business, let's go see about Sugar Cube Corner hm?" I didn't wait for a reply for I just started walking. If those two wanted to follow than that's fine by me, but they don't have to. Though they did. Did they have anything else to do? Eh I dunno. Well anyway, as I was saying, we made our way to the Corner and it actually looked decent. I mean, I wouldn't expect too much business for a while, but hey the place looks intact.
Walking up to the door, I did notice however that it seemed a little stained with…yep, thought so, blood. This was old blood though, nothing to worry about. We walked in and looked around to a seemingly normal bakery shop.
"We'll, I'll be, this place looks almost good as new." I exclaimed.
"Thanks! It took a lot of hard work and time." Said Pinkie who yet again proved to be very sneaky like, almost making my heart skip a beat. "Say, what are you doing out of the hospital already? Are you all better?!" She asked cheerfully.
"Oh yea! Definitely!" I replied. "I just came over with some friends to see if we could help with anything."
"Nope, everything is ok here, but to be honest. I haven't seen Applejack in like forever or Applebloom, or Scootaloo, or Sweetiebelle for that matter! Maybe you can go see if they're alright. Try the farm, the girls have a little club house near there." Pinkie suggested.
"Great idea, let's go gents." I said heading for the door before two pink hooves were thrown around my waist in a tight squeeze.
"Thanks again for saving me." Pinkie said.
"Hey, no biggie. Besides, what are friends for?" I replied. She smiled and let go of me to go get back to work. Alright, time to do some farm work, hee-haw.
"Prince can you lead the way to the farm?" I asked, and he obliged, walking ahead of us. It wasn't long before we reached the farm but it did seem that the soon was starting its descent.
The whole farm was empty, I mean empty. No pony in sight, it started to look eerie.
"Applejack…..?!" I called out. "Hellloooooooo!"
"Scootaloo? Sweetiebelle? Applebloom? Come out, come out wherever you are!" I proceeded to holler.
"Hey, what's this?" Thrash said, as he lifted a piece of fabric up to examine it closer. I even came over to get a better look, and it looked like the insignia from the cutie mark crusader's cape. The yellow patch with the pony with a cape, you know?
"And what of that?" Prince pointed out, as he pointed to a entrance to the cellar beside Aj's home. The cellar doors were wide open.
"Nice job guys, let's go take a look." I said as I made my way over to the cellar with Prince and Thrash right behind me.
So here I stood, facing an entrance to what seemed like a familiar nightmare that once read about. It seemed to be just that feeling too. Like…I was walking into a massacre…at Sweet Apple Acres.